Name: Amaya, yet she goes by Rayne
Age: 21, but she's been around for a long time.
Class: Rogue
Type: Mixed-- a Hunter, Lone-wolf and Killer.
Personality: More seeker and mercenary, and less caring of the well being of others. She's stubborn, and quick to judge. She’s very conning and devious; you never want to cross paths with her in the dark. She cares little of were you came from, and if you’ve killed or loved once. If you deserve death and torturous endurances, she’ll make damn sure you receive just that. She keeps to herself and is more of the cloak and dagger Assassin type.
Appearance: 
Wolven Appearance: Wolf Appearance Weapons: Anything she can get her hands on, she can use to kill. Her own hands are very useful as well, but her individual collection, she prefers to use the most.
2, Gun Spare gun/pistolM93 Long Range Rifle, Black Arrow Sword Shoulder harness 3 set throwing knives Dagger Spare Dagger Whip Blade, Stainless Steel Daggertail Family Dagger Heirloom Boot, 3 set throwing knifesMedieval Dagger History: Rayne was born into a world of hate, hate for what her family was and hate for what she is. Death has been around her all her life. She’s killed easily for pleasure, for survival, and has been trained to kill on demand. She has no remorse for others and who she kills. She uses the darkness to stalk her chosen prey and takes them down swiftly and deadly. All her life she’s been trained to kill and survive by killing. At the young at of 15 she was thrown out in the woods, to fend for herself for the winter months. If she survived she’d be worthy to live , if she didn’t, well it wouldn’t matter because she wouldn’t have some back. She grew up with the survival to live and nothing else got in her way. No emotions, cares or pain stricken endurances stopped her from what orders were given by her counsel. She was her most deadliest assassin in her clan and when she went for training in combat from military to assassin boot camp from samurai masters. Rayne ranked above a large amount of men and got it tougher in rage and jealous by them, then by the master’s and the militaries training. Rayne kept to herself and her secret in changing into a wolf/lycan, even though she could in fact change at will into a wolf, Rayne mainly kept her secret affaires to herself. 2 years into Rayne’s training, a war between races collided into her families plain and way of living. Forcing them to come out and fight, when many did not, demons and others a-like killed and slaughtered her family and friends. Scattering them once again out of her life and into the dying winds of time and change. Rayne has never found her family and any relatives, she crossed them off as died and within time, the part of her that was still pure and good died and faded from time and herself. Years and centuries past and still people and races needed to be killed and assassinated, and Rayne took each task skillfully. She now roams around on her Black Kawasaki ZX 10 / Ninja 1000, looking for people to kill and hired hit jobs here and there. She never stay in one play to long and neither gains friends or wants them. She’s a loner by heart and keeps it that way, to get involved is risky.
2007 Kawasaki ZX 10 / Ninja 1000 Family: A Shaman’s daughter of an Indian tribe, known for there shape-shifting abilities past down from the wolves. Rayne’s family bloodline had diminished with time, if it wasn’t from the prosecution from others by slaughtering them, throwing many of her kind out in the cold to die or being forsaken by their own mothers and fathers as infants, for what they are. Their very race was almost wiped out of this world, by both humans and creatures a-like, yet if it wasn’t for the vampires, many of Rayne’s kind wouldn’t have survived, but most of her bloodline made it to America and survived. The shaman Indians took them in and excepted them for what true beautiful creatures they truly were. Their her family prospered, giving birth to her and her twin brother. But like all great things in this world, the ugliness corrupted them and molded everything towards evil. Pushing and driving her people further towards death and destruction. Having only to fight and kill to survive and they did just that. For many years this cycle began, changing the bloodline with every human bitten or birth into the bloodline. Until the bloodline became stronger and more aggressive and better than before. Making her and every new breed after her, stronger and tougher. Her family bloodline gave birth to a new era of Lycan’s, the era of change.
None of her family members that she knows of, and to her own knowledge, are alive. They were all killed, and never survived the raids.
